A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. I tried to keep this as a one-shot, but I couldn't as it got longer and longer, with varied parts, so it became an ongoing story. I'm just trying to keep each part posted semi-regularly. A lot of thanks for CorvusCorvidae for reading over everything and making sure it made sense!

Though it had been Brittany who crawled into her bed and wrapped herself around her, it was now more like Rachel was the one snuggled into her. Warm and surprisingly comfortable, resting in a bubble made up of Brittany's arms and body, smelling like Rachel's shampoo and body wash, Rachel was almost falling asleep even despite her best intentions not to. There were still numerous activities she'd scheduled for her Train Wreck Extravaganza Take Two, and though she trusted her fellow glee girls enough to let back into her house, she didn't trust them enough to leave them unsupervised just yet - especially since they had just cracked open the beer Mercedes had brought.

"This is not okay," she attempted to say with conviction to wake herself up, only succeeding in yawning the last word.

"What?" Craning her head down to look at her, Brittany's warm blue eyes searched her face as extremely soft blonde hair tickled Rachel's neck.

Rachel groaned, finally achieving her goal of pushing her hand against both Brittany's thigh and her bed to get enough leverage to arrange herself into a sitting position. Aware of Brittany's arms falling away as she moved, the shifting of skin against skin making her shiver, Rachel gave the blonde a soft smile. "I'm falling asleep," she explained, grabbing the TV remote and clicking pause, "And you, you're not helping."

"Then fucking eat something or, here, Teens, throw her the most caffeinated thing we's got," Santana rolled her eyes, catching what she had said, "'Cuz god knows we's do not want the hellish snores that giant schnozz of yours must be capable of ruining our buzz."

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" Brittany laughed, sitting up behind Rachel, slipping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on her shoulder, "We could have done something that would have definitely kept you up instead."

Her ears reddening, Rachel cleared her throat, accepting the Mountain Dew Throwback Tina handed her and popping it open. Normally, she wouldn't be caught dead drinking one of the incredibly sugared drinks, but this was a special circumstance. "You're very sweet," she tried to smooth over the innuendo in the girl still holding her's words, placing her free hand on a strong thigh to pat it, indicating she wanted to slide down to the floor, "But I assure you, I was, uhm, quite comfortable regardless. You could even say too comfortable." She winced, taking another giant drink of the soda, eyes flickering from girl to girl in her bedroom, "Though – not how that sounds."

"Suuuuure," Mercedes rolled her eyes, smirking, Tina giggling next to her. Santana was giving her the mother of all you're fooling no one raised eyebrows while Quinn shook her head as a smile flirted with the corners of her lips. Sugar, for her part, wasn't paying attention, rocking out to the music blaring from the giant headphones on her ears, splayed out on her back in the middle of Rachel's room; idly, Rachel wondered if anyone was going to stumble over her if they had to use the bathroom, but her thoughts were interrupted when Brittany slid around her, hopping off the bed in a smooth move as cold air immediately replaced her body heat.

"Ooh, drinking," Brittany sang, sinking into a cross-legged position next to Rachel's leg, "Anyone got any Twizzlers to use as straws?"

Quinn nodded. "Got ya covered, B. Here." Handing the package to Brittany, as well as a beer can, Quinn leaned back, settling into Mercedes' side again. Trying her best to ignore Brittany's shoulder against her leg, Rachel couldn't stop herself from studying the two girls. It wasn't any secret they'd been close since the end of sophomore year, but… Really? Could it be?

But Santana was talking again, having produced a pack of cards from somewhere. "Alright, bitches," she grinned, expertly shuffling the cards again and again, "Want to play what I like to call 'Auntie Tana's Game of Fate'?"

"Ooh!" Brittany sat up, clapping her hands, bouncing, "I love that game!"

Quinn sighed heavily. "Fiiiiiiine," she flapped her hand, taking a large gulp of her own beer, "But we got anything heavier? I'll need it."

"Oh, oh, I do!" Having slipped off her headphones at some point in the last few minutes, Sugar waved her hand in the air, rolling over to drag the giant bag she'd had the others bring up to Rachel's bedroom towards herself. She smirked smugly. "Here."

Leaning forward, watching as the younger girl unzipped the bag, Rachel's jaw dropped. Various gasps and excited squeals left the other girls' mouths, and before she knew it, Rachel was sliding down, dropping into the spot in between Brittany and Santana, back hard against the side of her bed. "Good thing I decided to wake up," she mumbled.

Practically salivating, Tina and Santana fell onto the bag, pulling glass bottle by glass bottle out after another. "Vodka! Oh, shit, this is the good stuff! And, whiskey! Oh my god, do you know how expensive this is? Oh, fuck, it gets even better! Sugar! You're, like, the booze fairy godmother!"

Sugar preened, a wide exultant grin spreading across her face. "So, like," the younger girl started, "I heard all about last year's total bomb and decided to raid Daddy's liquor locker."

"Locker?" Rachel tasted the word in her mouth as she accepted bottle after bottle getting handed to her before they piled up in the center of the circle the girls made up, "Not cabinet?"

Sugar rolled her eyes. "Duh. No. Locker. My Daddy can afford the best, and a lot of it. And, like, before you say anything, don't worry. He won't notice. Scout's promise, or whatever."

Biting her lower lip, Rachel watched the alcohol multiply even further. Though she knew it should bother her on a moral level, if not another, she couldn't deny that what was also making her heart beat faster wasn't excitement.

Hot breath suddenly flowed across her ear, goosebumps appearing simultaneously. "You okay?" Brittany whispered.

Rachel's eyes fluttered closed. "Yes," she whispered back, turning her chin to meet the girl's clear blue gaze again, "Just a little overwhelmed."

A cool palm pressed into her forehead. "You sure?" Brittany leaned towards her, peering at her, "Because there's nothing, well, wrong with being scared of drinking. It's just a little embarrassing, I think."

Brittany still smelled like Rachel's shampoo and body wash, even with the hint of Twizzlers and beer. Rachel closed her eyes again, laughing softly. "I'm not embarrassed, Brittany," she gently circled the other girl's wrist, pulling her away from her forehead, "Just… Unsure we have enough mixture?"

Had… Why was Rachel just noticing how pretty Brittany was now? The cuddling surely couldn't have been enough to suddenly tilt everything in Rachel's head, and especially when she hadn't even started drinking alcohol yet! Opening her eyes, her gaze dipped, taking in Brittany's pout. What was this?

"Mixture's are for pussies," Santana butted in again, slapping a short stack of cards down in front of Rachel's legs, slapping another similar stack in front of Brittany a second later. Continuing around the circle, finishing with herself, she sat up, throwing her hair back and squaring her shoulders. "Alright," she smirked, pulling one of the unopened bottles of whiskey towards herself, "Everyone, grab you's'self yer poison!"

"Can we look at our cards?" Mercedes asked, blinking owlishly after Quinn handed her a bottle of 99% apple schnapps.

Quinn shook her head. "No," she smiled, picking out a bottle of vodka, "Not yet. Trust me."

Trust her. Making a face, Rachel surveyed the large selection of alcohol still left after Tina grabbed a vodka for herself, Sugar pulling some sort of tequila for herself, and, shortly, it was only Brittany other than her left hemming and hawing. "…Kay," Brittany brightened, rolling some kind of hot cinnamon schnapps forward until it hit her shin, "This looks perfect!"

If Rachel was paying any more attention, she knew, she could make some sort of connection with what alcohol each girl had chosen, but at this point, she didn't care enough. No, instead, she was more concerned with figuring out what she wanted to drink. She was used to wine, if anything, after all. Aside from her original Train Wreck and those hazy days when she was drinking during school hours, she wasn't adventurous in the least. "I…" Air hissed through her teeth.

"Oh my god," Santana groaned, "Just pick one, Berry! It's not like it'll kill you if you choose wrong!"

"How do you know?" Rachel sniffed imperiously, "Alcohol poisoning's a real problem with teenagers our age – "

"Because we're all here to prevent that from happening," Quinn snapped, looking thoroughly unamused. "Just – pick one!"

"Yeah. Duh," Sugar echoed. On either side of her, Tina and Mercedes nodded, Santana's dark eyes burning into the side of her face as Brittany's body sighed against her.

Taking a deep breath, Rachel bit back her retort, finally throwing caution to the wind and grabbing the first thing that looked slightly intriguing – some sort of coffee liqueur? – and brought it into her lap. "Fine," she said through a strong smile, "Ready."

Brittany's hand squeezed her foot. "Yummy!" she grinned, "Awesome choice."

"Yeah?"

Brittany nodded. "Yeah."

"And as exciting as this is," Santana was barging ahead again, "Do you want to know the rules or not?"

Rachel pulled her attention away from Brittany. A blush high on her cheeks, she nodded, pushing her hair behind her ear. "Fine," she smiled, "Hit me."